Post by jack on Jan 16, 2010 16:29:30 GMT -5
JACKSON DALE ARDELL.
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* FEELS JUST LIKE WE'RE LOSING CONTROL.
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TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.
"Well what can I tell you that is not written on that little piece of paper. names Jackson Dale Ardell, I prefer to go by Jack, Daggs, Jackie boy or boss. Not everyone is allowed to call me by m given name and those who do tend to pay for it. If your wondering where the daggs came from its quite simple, I have a love of daggers like you wouldn't believe especially the way they carve up human flesh. The fact that my names Jack should tell you up front that I am ALL MAN so stop staring before I put my foot up where the sun don't shine.
Anyway... I was born sometime in June, I think it was the 15th but I don't really care. Mom was too drunk to remember as is and dad... well lets ignore him shall we. I am twenty three years old and I did finish high school, at some point. I like my women like I like my booze, hot, fast and hard to swallow. Some people have told me that women should be respected and honored, I have yet to find one that will whip me into shape. As for my looks I am almost six foot three and have muscles since I do enjoy working out at times to let out some pent up frustrations from my past.My hair is messed up and ashen blond. My eyes are blue but they can look gray or green depending on m mood. Sluts often tell me I look like Garrett Hedlund but I am quite sure I'd kick his ass if we ever met."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR MEDICAL HISTORY.
[/size][/font]"All of this is BULL SHIT!, you can't prove that I started those fires. Cant prove that I was even there when that guy got stabbed so why do you KEEP INSISTING THAT I BE SENT TO A MENTAL INSTITUTION! Fucked up society creating monster and incarcerating the ones that are just in the wrong place wrong time scenario. You all should get our heads lopped off for all your shit. According to the little file you have on me, I am a pyromaniac with homicidal and sadistic tendencies.I enjoy inflicting pain on others in various forms. The sounds of screams make me smile and I do love instilling fear on anyone that I consider weaker than myself. Hence meaning everyone else in this planet.
Supposedly I was to remain sedated and away from anyone that could be an innocent victim and instead I get sent here. To this place, where padded walls, cameras and guards mean nothing to me. I remain here simply because I choose to... people can't run from me here.. even if they wanted to, though I would love to see them try. And try they often do.. sometimes I feel as though I've been intoxicated for days, then again when your locked up why wouldn't you want to be high for days.
Some tell me that the homicidal and sadistic tendencies go hand in hand, that it's normal but then the dc asks me... why the pyromania? Well I have found that when you murder an entire frat house that burning down the building gets rid of the evidence much quicker than trying to drag a few bodies to your truck one at a time and then burying them in a timely fashion. Not to mention that if and I do mean if there are any survivors crippled the screaming makes for loads of fun when heard. Have I mentions that I'm a little lazy when it comes to getting rid of bodies...
I wasn't always a lazy child but when the incident occurred I thought It to be the quickest way to get rid of them... maybe I should have made a run for it as well instead of waiting for the media circus to arrive for the late show."
HOW CAN WE ACCOMMODATE YOU BETTER?
[/size][/font]"I am a very complex man as you can tell, I like alcohol, sex especially when rough, rock and roll, cocaine and my guitar. These things help keep me i check when I'm in a mood. Now when I am in a mood my list changes or shifts towards other things like torture, blood, breaking things and attacking/smacking people for no reason. I enjoy getting into fist fights about as much as I enjoy fucking with peoples minds. Some are so easy to destroy that you really cant help but laugh as they crumble into dust, all in good fun.
Fire, i find fire soothing and relaxing. There is nothing like the scent of burning flesh on a cold winter morning that joined with screams of the damned will bring a joyful laugh to m face every single time. I like the night,it makes it easier to get around so if you would just let me sleep all day and only work with meat night then maybe I wouldn't have to try and destroy any of you at any chance I got. Also I have a thing for tattoos and have quite a few in my collection, granted the picture on file doesn't show them but then again it's not like that's a recent rendition of yours truly.
I despise cameras like you wouldn't believe and If I catch anyone and I mean ANYONE with a damn camera near my face I'll be liable to beat the living shit out of the person way before I get sedated. I don't think I have anymore more fears left, I'm pretty sure I lost all i loved that day when she died... I don't fear death but I don't relish is either, I love being in control of the situation down to the day i die.
Being as tall and strong as I am, i believe that I intimidate people rather well though I don't tend to just announce my presence but rather stay and watch before saying boo. The element of surprise is often key when dealing with different individuals. And for those I can't terrify into submission there's always mind games or simple annoyance until they are too pissed off to notice they are about to fall off the edge of a building with the right push. I am quite patient when it comes to these thing so I can go on and on for days if necessary. As for secrets... why should I tell you.. if I did it wouldn't be a secret now would it... though if you even dare bring back an childhood memory or any bad talk about my sister and you will all pay."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR PAST.
[/size][/font]"Wanna be a rock superstar and live large and in charge... hmm my past, what's it to you. Well as long as you already know. Or rather you think you know but you have no idea. I was raised in a little town where football stars and booze are worshiped like gods and my father happened to be both a former football star and an alcoholic to boot. I never liked the sport, but I learned to play, it didn't matter what I wanted because it was always what he wanted. At eight I played my first game and the ball fumbled, so he duck taped a ball in y hands and made me sleep in the basement for it. It was cold and I was scared but ma was always way to high on something to even notice. She'd just space off into nothing while he 'raised' me.
At twelve i got my first guitar, or rather I stole it from the local crack dealer, he was close to my mom so he just took it out on her, not that dad would care. But I did learn how to play it so very well, about a year later though she would be back, my sister Mel. She'd been taken by grandma you see since dad was such a bastard and mah such a lost cause she'd decided to take the little girl. Well dad tracked the old bat down and well she was back, I was thirteen and she was nine. I actually hated dad for doing this to her, she looked so small and fragile and I decided to take care of her myself. I made sure nothing happened to her at home or anywhere else and she became the perfect one.
She was getting out of this joint and becoming something more than just crappy white trash. She had the brains to make it far in life... Then again I had a sister once, now she was eighteen, pride and joy of the family, she was gonna make it not like the royal fuck up that I was.... she was barely eighteen when she died... She had actually started college that year all bright and happy. She had begun to make friends and lead what people called a normal life. She was invited to a party at a frat house no less, I was told she was happy... until they drugged her then managed to take advantage of her all night with torture and no mercy and then on the next morning have her walk the walk of fucking shame all the way to her dorms.
She retreated into herself then, never told a soul until barely a week later she killed herself. We were told another week later since they didn't bother to go looking for her. She was just another statistic and I had become something else all together. She had been my sister, my hope and I had let her go into the wolves den without a weapon. It had been my fault... So... you want to know what I did then?
I went back to that place... to that frat house, slowly sneaking up to the room she had walked out of. I had my fun with all the assholes that got in my way. Hunting knives are fun for slicing and dicing but guns are quicker. Now mind you I didn't want to kill them ... yet... but rock salt in a shot gun hurts like a mother fucker and I just had to have my way. So... after I was done having my fun I set the place a blaze with all of them trapped inside, all the doors locked... the windows to far high for you to jump without crippling yourself and then, while the screams and the fire burned I laughed... all I could hear was my laugh...
Now... people called me demented and insane. They said I was a killer and a man without remorse but you want to know what I say... I say all of those titles that people fear and loathe and make children scream and cry in the middle of the night... I think... they just make me... me..."
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?
[/size][/font]"you will know me, you will get to know me, you will hear my name and feel a small shiver crawl up and down your very spine. I'll be the shadow that creeps behind you when you go home at night. The whisper in your ear and the little voice that tells you run for your life. I'll be your end...and the best part is... you will never see me coming..."
THE MASTERMIND BEHIND IT ALL.
[/size][/font]hey, my name is ALICE ANNE[/color] i have TWENTYSOMETHING[/color] tracks spinning on my record. this is my SECOND[/color] character. i have been roleplaying for ALMOST FIVE[/color]. the password is silicone and saline, poison, inject me[/color].[/font][/size]
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AmI allowed to say -pokes Christa's posts and app- here?
